Vacation Day 4!

Wednesday morning was bright and sunny but a little chilly. We decided to go to the beach anyway. We got there and the ocean was really brown. I commented this to Jesse but he didn't seem to notice. When we got up close the waves were huge (huge for the east coast) and really powerful. The wind was so harsh that it sent the sand flying like little knives across our legs. It really hurt! All of the umbrellas on the beach were set up close to the ground to provide shelter from the wind and sand.

We set up our spot and Jesse decided to go in. I was hesitant so I stayed behind and watched. After a little while I got brave and went in to my knees but the waves were so powerful and there were tiny pebbles where I was standing that it hurt like the dickens so I gave up after a little bit. I kept an eye on Jesse though and kept praying that he would be okay out there. I watched him go under a couple times but he came right back up -- I'm a worrier by nature and kept muttering under my breath, "come out now, Jess. Come out." But after an hour he was still out. I couldn't take it so I read a Montessori magazine and every once in a while looked up to see where he was.

Oh, side note. There were three older ladies sitting on the beach in front of me -- closer to the ocean -- and once when they weren't paying attention a big wave came up on them and took their flip flops! It was soooo funny because it was so unexpected and they were giggling and screaming. I went and helped them get their flip flops back -- luckily they came back. It was just so funny. :) It happened to them a second time so they kept moving back. So funny.

So. Finally Jesse came back to our spot. Safe and sound! Except he told me that he couldn't find me, he forgot where our spot was and was looking for me for about 5 minutes. I must have been reading because I didn't see him get out. And he said about 2 minutes before he got out he thought "I should get out now." But didn't and a big wave surprised him and took him under. He didn't know which way was up and waves kept coming down on him and he thought he broke his neck - he was whipped around so much. Gosh. I'm so glad I kept saying little prayers for him and that Heavenly Father heard my prayers! I don't know what I would do without my Jesse!! His poor eyes were all red and he had bruises on his elbow and legs from falling over. So needless to say, he was done. And we went back to the motel.

For lunch we went to a sandwich shop (can't remember what it's called) but their specialty is "the Bobbie" which is basically Thanksgiving dinner on a bun -- turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, mayo. I got that and Jesse got something with coleslaw on. Mine was good, but there was a gigantic bone and lots of gristle. Unappetizing. 

We went back to the motel and were about to get in the pool but when Jesse put his trunks on I saw that his back was burnt. So no more sun for the pasty white boy. I, on the other hand, didn't get burned at all -- just a delightfully dark tan! I love my Mary Kay sunscreen! (Jesse didn't want to use it and instead used other stuff, same SPF 30 but it didn't work so well.)

For dinner we went to a seafood place so Jesse could get lobster. I got BBQ chicken. I don't know what I was thinking....I don't even like BBQ! It was gross. I regretted it. And Jesse didn't really care for his lobster either. He said he probably won't get one again. 

So we finished the day by watching the Food Network (I'm obsessed) and Pawn Stars (Jesse is obsessed.) We were glad to go to bed after a somewhat rough day.